She is starving to be loved,
but can’t open her mouth.
She wants to live life happily with grace in her steps, but memory of past lovers linger.
They haunt her mind.
She’s starving, and refuses to open her mouth. No one even sees it.
She won’t let herself get fed.
“What if I get too attached?” she questions.
“What if I enjoy this far too much?” she asks herself.
Maybe one day she’ll open her ...